If only Miss Lisle Berry Thynne¿s gown hadn¿t been so fully cut or she hadn¿t been caught
kissing that prince . . . But now the ton believes Lisle to be with royal child - and therefore
unmarriageable - so she might as well make her desperate father happy by consenting to wed a
beast. A brilliant surgeon with a reputation for losing his temper - and a wound believed to
have left him . . . incapable - Piers Earl of Montague should welcome a bride-to-be carrying
a ready-made blue-blooded heir. But Piers isn¿t fooled by the lady¿s subterfuge and though
Lisle¿s devilishly smart and charming with a loveliness that outshines the sun there will be
no wedding of beauty to beast. Still Lisle finds the gorgeous brute intriguing with a spark
of gentility behind his growl that¿s worth fanning. And it¿s obvious to the naked eye that
¿incapable¿ does not mean ¿uninterested¿ . . .
